The CEO's Little Surprise(7)

"I have a plan," she explained calmly. "And you're it. Until the leak  is stopped, Fyra can't make a major decision like selling our formula.  Surely you understand that."

He did. This was a wrinkle he hadn't anticipated. But what she was  proposing-it meant he'd have to stay in Dallas longer than he'd  anticipated. He ran a successful company, too, and it was suffering from  his lack of attention. If he stayed, he'd have to ship Arwen home,  which she'd never forgive him for.

"You should have already handled the leak," he groused.

"I know."

Her voice didn't change. Her expression didn't change. But something  shifted as he realized how hard this conversation was for her. She  hadn't wanted to admit that.

Disturbed at the sudden revelation, he stared at her and his heart  thumped strangely. He'd been so busy examining the angles, he'd failed  to see this was actually just a baseline plea for help that she'd  disguised well.

"Work with me, Gage. Together, like old times."

She wanted to pick up where they left off. Maybe in more ways than one.  The simple phrases reached out and grabbed hold of his lungs. It echoed  through his mind, his chest, and the thought pleased him. Enormously.

It was a redo of college, where he was her mentor and she soaked it all  up like a sponge with a side of hero worship that made him feel  invincible. That had been a heady arrangement for a  twenty-four-year-old. But they weren't kids anymore.

And he didn't for a moment underestimate Cass. She'd suggested this for  some reason he couldn't figure out yet. Which didn't keep him from  contemplating that redo. Who was he kidding? He'd wanted her the moment  he'd turned around in the parking lot yesterday and gotten an eyeful of  grown-up Cass. If he hung around and helped her, it gave him an  opportunity to get her naked again.

And he could ensure the problem with the leak was handled like it  should have been from the get-go. Not to mention he could dig a bit to  uncover her real motives here.                       
       
           



       

Her eyes huge and warm, she watched him and he was lost. Dang. She'd  played this extremely well. There was absolutely no way he could say no.  He didn't want to say no.

But a yes didn't mean he'd do it without adding a few strings of his own.

"I'll help you. Until Sunday. I have a meeting Monday that can't be rescheduled."

Her smile hit him crossways. And then it slipped from her face as he  leaned forward oh-so-slowly. Mute, she stared at his hand as he braced  it on the desk a millimeter from her thigh. He could slip a finger right  under the hem of that tiny skirt. And his mind got busy on imagining  where that would lead.

"But you have to do something for me," he murmured. He got as close to  her as he dared, crowding her space where all the trappings of business  melted away and they were simply man and woman.

She smelled classy and expensive, and instantly he wanted that scent on  his own skin, transferred by her body heat as she writhed under him. He  could lean her back against that desk and at this angle, the pleasure  would be intense. The image made him a little lightheaded as his  erection intensified.

"I already said I'd talk to the others about selling you the formula,"  she said a touch breathlessly, but to her credit, she didn't allow one  single muscle twitch to give away whether she welcomed his nearness or  preferred the distance. "If we catch the leak."

That ice-goddess routine needed to go, fast. That wasn't going to  happen here. Not under these circumstances. If he wanted to take things  to the next level, he had to go bold or go home.

"Yes, but you're doing that because deep down, you know you owe me. If I  help you find the leak, you owe me again. Turnabout, sweetheart."

"What do you want?"

Oh, where should I start? "Nothing you can't handle."

The knowing glint in her gaze said she already had a pretty good idea  what gauntlet he was about to throw down. They stared at each other for a  long moment and her breathing hitched as he reached out and slid a  thumb along her jawline.

"You have to take me to dinner."





Four

Cass's laughter bubbled to the surface in spite of it all. Gingerly she  dabbed at her eyes without fear thanks to Harper's smudge-proof  mascara. "That's what you want? Dinner?"

She'd been braced for...anything but that. Especially since she had the  distinct impression he was working as many angles as she was.

His fingers dropped away, but her face was still warm where he'd stroked her. She missed his touch instantly.

Why had she thought sitting on the desk would give her an edge? Seemed  so logical before she actually did it. Gage had taken her chair in  deliberate provocation that she absolutely couldn't ignore. So she'd  trapped him behind the desk and put all her good stuff at eye level. It  should have been the perfect distraction. For him. The perfect way to  spend the entire conversation looking down at him, imagining that he was  suffering over her brilliant strategic move.

Karma, baby.

Instead, she'd spent half of the conversation acutely aware that all  her good stuff was at eye level. He'd noticed, quite appreciatively, and  it hit her in places she'd forgotten that felt so good when heated by a  man's interest.

The other half of the conversation had been spent trying to stay one  step ahead of Gage while feeding him the right combination of incentives  to get him to agree to help. If he was up to no good, what better way  to keep tabs on him than under the guise of working together to uncover  the source of the leak? Besides, she hadn't done so hot at resolving the  leak on her own. If they kept their activities on the down-low, no one  had to know she'd outsourced the problem.

If they caught the leak-and Gage wasn't involved-she'd absolutely talk  to the other girls about selling the formula. She hadn't specified what  she'd say...but she'd talk to them all right. The conversation might be  more along the lines of no way in hell she'd sell, but he didn't have to  know that.

It was a win-win for everyone.

Crossing his heart with one lazy finger, he grinned. "Totally serious."                       
       
           



       

"Dinner?" She pretended to contemplate. "Like a date?"

"Not like a date. A date. And you're paying."

A God-honest date? The idea buzzed around inside, looking for a place  to land, sounding almost...nice. She'd love to have dinner over a glass  of wine with an interesting man who looked at her like Gage was looking  at her right now.

She shook it off. She couldn't go on a real date with Gage Branson. It  was ludicrous. The man was a heartbreaker of the highest order.

Instead, she should be thinking of how a date fell in line with her  strategy. A little after-hours party, just the two of them. Some drinks  and a few seductive comments and, oh, look. Gage slips and says  something incriminating, like the name of the person he'd planted at her  company. The one who was feeding him information he could use to his  advantage.

And she would pretend she wasn't sad it had to be this way.

Coy was the way to go here. But she had to tread very carefully with  the devil incarnate. No point in raising his suspicions by agreeing to  his deal right out of the gate. "What if I already have plans for dinner  tonight?"

She did have plans. If working until everyone else left and then going  home to her empty eight-thousand-square-foot house on White Rock Lake,  where she'd open a bottle of wine and eat frozen pizza, counted as  plans.

"Cancel them," he ordered. "You're too busy worrying about the leak to  have fun, anyway. Have dinner with someone who gets that. Where you can  unload and unwind without fear."

"What makes you think I need to unwind?" she purred to cover the sudden  catch in her throat. Had she tipped him off somehow that she was tense  and frantic 24/7?

His slow smile irritated her. How dare he get to her?

"Oh, I'm practicing my mindreading skills," he told her blithely. "I  see that things are rough around here. You can't be happy that word got  out about your unreleased formula. You're at a unique place in your  career where you have millions of dollars and a large number of people's  jobs at stake. You want to keep it all together and convince everyone  that you have things under control. With me, you don't have to. I get  it."

Something inside crumbled under his assessment. Guess that shield she'd  thought she'd developed wasn't so effective after all. How was he still  so good at reading her?

Now would be a good time for that distance she should have put between  them long ago. She unglued herself from the desk and rounded it, an  ineffective barrier against the open wounds in her chest but better than  nothing. Let him make what he chose out of her move.